Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.